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... ly the next morning and quickly busied himself with crushing the flowers he collected during his little hike using his alchemy kit, a rather simple mortar and pestle, in hopes of selling the low-level salves. They were not anything special but they would stop infections and heal cuts, something a bunch of farmers and the like were happy to pay for.
'This is surprisingly therapeutic' Reyvin thought with a hum as he made a nice red paste with his pestle.
"Morning mister elf!" The l ...
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